Swiftcurrent Creek aim; it's a one shot take down

She found it horribly silly to ask.

She had been clear, she had thought. As clear as she could be given her rough speech. Then he had called for others and she had kept distance like a moon. Orbiting him until he had returned back to her.

But she dared to allow herself to speak.

To bring it forth into existence and hope he would not be so cruel a second time.

You. No test.

Her voice was low, a cold whisper between the space they still had left.

You.